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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MADE ME CRY HARDER WRITING IT THAN ANYTHING ELSE BEFORE. IF YOU CAN'T TAKE SADNESS, LEAVE. I WOULD BLAME YOU. IT IS REALLY. REALLY SAD.

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Alfred was frozen, staring at his phone. Where had Mattie gone? Did he hang up? Die something happen?

He closed his phone and slowly slid it into his pocket. The thoughts swirling in his head were ones of the worst possible outcomes for his brother. But he knew he couldn't worry too much or else that outcome might be true. Standing quickly, knocking over a bowl of popcorn in the process, the worried American made his way to the kitchen where his parents were talking. The two were discussing quite in depth the results of that night's American idol and whom they believed would win.

"Hey Dad? Papa?"

Arthur looked up at his son, arching a single bushy eyebrow. "What is it, Alfred? Can't you see we're discussing something of the utmost importance?"

"Yeah, I understand that American Idol is a life or death thing but I need to ask you something." He fidgeted back and forth, shifting his weight from his left leg to his right. Deep within him, he felt like something was wrong. Like something had happened to Mattie that he should have been there to stop.

"What is it?" Francis spoke this time, his cheerful smile a sweet relief to the annoyed gaze of his Dad.

"What road does Mattie take to get home from the school?"

The British man thought for a minute before answering his son, "He takes the main road. The one you drive to school on. Why?"

"I'll explain later!" Alfred dashed to the coat closet and grabbed his coat before quickly pulling his vans on.

"What? Alfred?" Arthur stood quickly, completely confused. "Where are you going?"

The cerulean eyed American glanced back at his father for a split second before bolting out the door. "I'm going to get Mattie!"

Francis and Arthur stared after him, gaping slightly. They were completely stunned as to why their son had just run out the door with nearly no warning.

"Who was that and where did Alfred go?" Francis asked, dead serious.

Arthur glared at him and wacked his arm. "Oh shut up."

"Where…are you, Mattie?"

Alfred was running down the main street looking for his beloved brother. So far he had seen nothing that could signal that the Canadian had even gone this way. But he was only a few blocks down the street so there was plenty of ground he just hadn't covered yet.

Something lying on the side of the road caught his eye and he frowned. Panting softly, Alfred slowed to a walk and headed over to it slowly. The closer he got to it, the more worried he got. Was it Mattie? Was he dead? Is he just being an idiot? It was only when he was standing not two feet from it that he noticed the blood.

It was everywhere. Pooling around whatever it was on the ground and seeping through the streets. In the dim street lamps, it shone with unhealthy coppery tones.

Taking a step forward, the horror finally and completely settled into Alfred's chest.

It was Mattie. His Mattie.

He was lying on his back with his eyes closed, completely bruised, bloodied and broken. His precious brother; the one e loved more than anything.

"M-Mathieu…"

Alfred could suddenly not breath, collapsing to his knees beside the unconscious form of his brother. The tears started flowing then; burning hot and salty down his cheeks to fall onto the blood coated ground. He couldn't begin to comprehend what happened as he reached out a hand and gently touched his brother's cheek. The icy flesh made him flinch and a soft sob wrack itself from his chest. A fresh wave of misery had the sobs wracking his body uncontrollably, causing him to have to brace himself on his hands and knees beside his brother.

He gasped to catch his breath through the tears, moving so he could gaze down at the beautiful face of the young Canadian. Delicately, he brushed the soft waves away from Mathieu's face and leant down. Alfred just barely press there lips together in a loving kiss before the metallic tang of blood enters his mouth. Alfred jolted back at the foreign taste and gazed down at his brother.

Mathieu's glasses were broken, the glass cracked and dusting his cheeks lightly. The American's cerulean gaze trailed down the form of his beloved, shocked eyes taking in every single wound.

Someone had to pay for doing this.

Someone had to die for doing this.

Slowly but surely, Alfred's senses returned to him and he managed to fish his mobile phone from his pocket and dial 911. He quietly gave their location and the information he knew before closing the phone. He didn't even wait for the woman with the kind voice on the other end to ask if he wanted her to stay on the line because he already knew the answer to the question.

Alfred didn't want to hear anyone's voice besides that of his Mathieu.

Minutes later, the sirens of two ambulances came roaring from the head of the street and stopped beside them. Alfred could only stumble back until he was out of the way and watch as the paramedics loaded his brother onto a stretcher and into the back of the ambulance.

"Sir?" One of the paramedics had come up to him but he could only glance at her for a second before looking back to Mattie. "Sir, you may ride with him if you want."

Alfred could only nod as she helped him into the back. He sat on a seat beside Mathieu and took his hand delicately in both of his. Watching his brother as they ambulance driver hurried to the hospital, he could only wish for everything to be alright.

So, for the first time he could ever remember, Alfred closed his eyes and prayed. He prayed for his brother to be safe and for his attackers to be persecuted. But most of all, he prayed for Mathieu to open his eyes and tell him he loves him in that soft, beautiful voice of his.

"Wait up, Alfred!" Mathieu was panting for breath as he raced to catch up to his brother. His little legs couldn't seem to move as fast and the polar bear plush he was clutching seemed to weigh his entire body down.

"No way, Mattie! You're too slow!" Alfred laughed, far ahead of Mathieu.

Pouting at being called slow, Mathieu sped up to as fast as his little body could possibly go. Managing to catch up to his brother before the two of the tumbled down the green grass of a hill. They wrestled and giggled all the way down, landing on their backs on the bottom completely out of breath. The two of them remained silent as they gazed up at the night.

When you were this far out into the French countryside, the stars were clearer than anywhere else. The dusted the blackness of space with their delicate light and shone down upon the forms of the two six-year-old brothers.

A firefly landed lightly on the tip of Mathieu's nose, making him go cross-eyed so as to see it. "A-Alfred! It-it's on me! What do I do?"

The little American frowned and rolled over, pulling up a dandelion and pointing it at the offending firefly. "Get of my brother, meanie! Yer scaring him!"

The firefly gave them both a bored look before flitting off to join its brethren around the meadow. But the smaller, Canadian brother was left a crying mess. He didn't like it when random things touched him, much less ones that shone at night.

"Mattie! Don't cry, Mattie! The mean buggy is gone! Don't cry!" Alfred comforted his brother, hugging him close with his short arms. Mathieu clung to his brother.

He felt absolutely ridiculous. Wasn't he supposed to be the big brother? Why was he always relying on Alfred to keep him safe and not scared? It wasn't right…

As if reading his thoughts, Alfred pressed and gentle and brotherly kiss to Mathieu's forehead. "Don't be sad, Mattie… I'll always protect you. No matter what." He grinned then, looking completely and utterly pleased with himself. "And ya know why?"

Mathieu sniffled delicately and looked up at him, bottom lip quivering delicately as he sniffled again. "Wh-why?"

"Because I'm the hero and I love you, Mattie" Alfred giggled happily, cuddling close to his brother.

Mathieu smiled softly, blushing at how affectionate his brother was being. But he didn't care; it was nice to feel loved. The Canadian closed his lavender eyes with a happy sigh, content to rest against his brother for the rest of his life.

"Mattie!"

Frowning, Mathieu opened an eye and looked around. He sat bolt upright as panic began setting into his chest. The meadow and his brother were both gone. In their place was a black abyss of empty nothingness.

"Mattie!"

Mathieu flinched as he heard the voice again, curling up into the fetal position as he bean to cry. "Go away! Go away and give me my brother back!"

"Mattie! Mattie, please wake up!"

The darkness began to get too bright, stinging the young Canadian's eyes. He squeezed them shut and softly whimpered. "Please…just let me sleep…go away…"

"I love you!"

The darkness faltered even more. Love? Love? Who loved him? He couldn't remember…couldn't recognize the voice…couldn't…couldn't… What couldn't he do?

"Mattie? Mattie!"

Mathieu's eyes flew wide as he gasped for air once quickly before falling into a fit of coughs. Pain began to register within him and he immediately stopped, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he squeezed them shot again. Very faintly, his ears detected the beeping sounds of some sort of machine and the pumping of an oxygen bag. Slowly, he opened his eyes again.

The light in the room was blindingly white, making him squint slightly from the sudden onslaught. Instantly his vision was filled by an all too familiar form.

"Al…?" he managed to murmur before going into another fit of wracking coughs, eyes closing as the pain set in. "Ow…"

Above him, Alfred let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god… Mattie… You're alive…you're alive…"

Mathieu blinked in confusion as a soft droplet of water hit his cheek. Alfred was crying? Why was Alfred crying? Did he do something wrong? Had Dad yelled at him again?

He didn't know. But Mattie couldn't help but think of how absolutely beautiful it was. It was as if tears of an angel were falling onto his cheeks from the man above him. Oh how much he wanted to reach out and brush those tears away, to make sure Alfred didn't have to cry. But he couldn't find the strength and it hurt him deep inside.

Why wouldn't his body work so he could cling to his brother?

"Wh-what…happ…ened…?" he whispered softly, ignoring the pain of trying to talk.

Alfred opened his mouth to answer but before he could, Arthur and Francis came walking into the room. Behind them were two police officers and a worried doctor.

"That's what we'd like to know." One police officer said with a frown on his lips.

Mathieu was confused. Did he do something? Did Alfred do something?

"Al…?" He looked up at his brother, confusion in his lavender eyes.

Alfred simply smiled and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Don't worry…I'm right here…"

The police officers closed the door behind them and walked over to the bed. Instantly Mathieu felt trapped by their gazes. But there was nothing he could do to avoid it.

The officers started their explanation of what had happened to Mathieu and he could only lay there, eyes wide. He couldn't believe it. Someone had attacked him? They'd tried to kill him? But why? What had he done wrong?

Then it hit him.

Right in the middle of the officers explaining the state in which he was found, Mathieu remembered something he had done wrong.

He'd taken Alfred away from Natalia.

He'd triggered her into doing this to him. It was his fault.

He deserved this.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the officers left along with the doctor, Arthur and Francis. Leaving Mathieu in the care of Alfred until they returned.

Alfred moved and sat on the edge of the bed next to his beloved, gently taking his hand in both of his. "Mathieu…?" he whispered, kissing the tips of his fingers delicately.

Mathieu turned his lavender gaze upon his brother. He studied the cerulean eyes of his love. They were so pure; so loving and gentle that it hurt. He didn't deserve it. Someone like him could never deserve to have someone as wonderful as Alfred. Swallowing back the tears, he reached out the hand not clutched by his brother and lightly placed it on Alfred's cheek.

"Mattie?" the American murmured, leaning into the gentle touch out of instinct.

Mathieu slowly memorized the face of his love, eyes traveling over ever contour and line of it until he had it completely etched into his mind. A pain began creeping its way through his body, starting at his toes and inching towards his heart.

"Alfred…Alfred…" he whispered, unable to hold in any more tears. "I love you…I love you more than anything…"

And then the pain hit his heart.

Alfred watched in horror as Mattie's eyes closed and the heart monitor began shrieking a single, lonely flat line.

"Mattie?" Alfred's eyes widened and he stood too quickly, knocking a nearby trash can over. He shook the little Canadian but he wouldn't wake up.

Quicker than lightning, the doctor and his team came running in. A nurse ran to Alfred, and pulled him back, keeping the hysterical American from causing any more damage.

"Sir you need to wait outside!"

"No! Mattie! Mattie, don't you dare leave me!"

The nurse somehow manages to get him outside and locked the door on him.

Alfred fell to his knees and banged his fists on the door, splintering the wood in the process. But not managing to break it open. He sobbed roughly with his forehead pressed to the only thing blocking him from his love, his once strong shoulders shaking from the violence of his sadness. This wasn't fair… No one was supposed to take Mattie away from him! He was his!

He loved him more than any God that could take him away!

Slamming his fists one more time, Alfred screamed out his Mattie's name at the top of his lungs. He made sure everyone knew his anguish and those they understand that. Every emotion he had ever felt for the little Canadian was super charged into his name. It echoed down every hallway of the hospital. It spoke of true love between brothers and the pain of being torn apart.

It spoke of life.

"MATTIE!"

Sooo...how many of you hate me? I kind of hate me! I can't believe I did this! What the hell is wrong with me? AERGSKJLGHDASJKHWAJgB! .

To everyone who actually read this, I commend you! And if you cried, I respect you!

And I promise you, this is not the end.

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~Superschwiizer